The Great Tao Chronicle

As soon as the words fell, the avenue was suddenly calm.

An Qisheng's face was flat, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

Historically, warlocks and fortune-tellers tell people, and when they say three sentences, they must hold people, which is scary and shocking. Only in this way can they take the initiative.

Although Han Changgong possesses Wang Qi, can exercise military force, and is considered a national fortune, he cannot get rid of the fact that he was born as a warlock.

This point, An Qisheng is naturally clear.

Although the two had only met for the first time, he had already seen Han Changgong thousands of times when he dreamed of Huang Fu's practice of Wan Luck Wang Qi, and naturally he would not be ignorant of his details.

Therefore, without blinking his eyelids, he said lightly:

"Jianghu warlocks have words. When you get started, you should observe your thoughts first. When you speak, you should take your heart! Mr. Han is very skilled in his use, but there is no need to say more about these words."

Because of Huang Fu, he had no ill will towards Han Changgong, but he was too lazy to fight him.

Being seen through his words, Han Changgong's expression did not change.

It was only after scrutinizing An Qisheng's eyes that he said strangely:

"Although the face of the Taoist priest is the appearance of longevity, it is not the appearance of extreme respect. There is a catastrophe in one's fate, and the number of years of life is sad to be a hundred years old..."

Live beyond a hundred?

An Qisheng's heart moved, if there is no other coming, Wang Quan is afraid that the bones will be cold at this time, this is not bad.

Just on the face, his eyes turned cold:

"Are you cursing me?"

huh~

As the words fell, it was a bone-chilling cold snap.

'This old man is so murderous...'

Han Changgong has a heart in his heart, but there is a smile on his face:

"The physiognomy has its limits, and it's hard to see it all. Maybe I'm wrong..."

"Master!"

With the intention of being killed, Gui Xiaoer suddenly woke up, opened his eyes, and saw An Qisheng who was far away from Han Changgong, his expression changed immediately:

"The Daoist is merciful!"

Gui Xiaoer felt anxious.

Before Huang Fu asked him to report the letter, he didn't want to be noticed by Han Changgong, so he took him directly by his side.

He saw all the battle on the city wall, and was shocked by An Qisheng's peerless murder.

At this moment, seeing the confrontation between the two, he couldn't bear it any longer and jumped up.

"Little Second!"

Han Changgong glared at him, then adjusted the sleeves of his robe and looked at An Qisheng:

"People in the world say that Chang Fei is murderous, but Han knows that Chang Fei is a murderer!"

An Qisheng has only risen for two years, and he has already killed thousands of people, and everyone is afraid of it. At this time, some people say that he is not addicted to killing.

Gui Xiao Er Mianpi couldn't help but smoke.

Chilling still remains on the road, An Qisheng is noncommittal:

"Yes?"

"Six thousand miles of killing intent has been fully vented. At this time, the Taoist priest is full of spiritual light, and his nature is clear. I am afraid that he has already achieved Consummation, and he will act rashly and nameless again, but it will not be worth the loss."

Han Changgong sighed slightly.

Although he met for the first time, he had already known An Qisheng's state at this time based on his hope and what he had seen from each other. Therefore, after Ji Chonghua and others were wiped out, he still dared to come.

Ordinary people are distracted and half-hearted. Every time they make up their minds, they turn their heads and forget them again. They are so distracted and unfocused.

An accomplished martial artist is strict with himself and has a firm mind. Once he makes a decision, he will not be shaken by external things. However, at this time, all kinds of distracting thoughts are still alive and it is difficult to condense.

'Yin God out of one's body' is the only way for the divine veins to pass through, but not everyone is qualified to condense the 'Yin God'.

At this time, An Qisheng was in an extremely strange state. He was harmonious and complete. The yin spirit was strong and no distracting thoughts occurred.

He has been in the Shura field, and the killing intent is not lingering. This state is beyond his reach.

When everyone was shocked by An Qisheng's murderousness and dared not approach, he knew that An Qisheng at this time might be the most peaceful time.

"This, you are wrong."

An Qisheng shook his head.

His state of mind has long been cultivated to a state where his nature is like a mirror hanging high, and there is no distraction in his mind. How can he be troubled by distractions?

During these six thousand miles, he was more about sorting out his own spirit, martial arts, and feeling the transformation of "God".

Cultivation and cultivation, cultivation is a matter of course, naturally.

Breaking through in any battle, breaking through with the general trend, in his opinion, it is just a side-by-side approach.

Those who seek a breakthrough in battle are often beaten to death.

The general trend is increasing, and it is generally the same. Feng Qingxuan's lessons are not far away.

What he has experienced is the general trend, and the spiritual cleansing of fighting against the spirit of a country, rather than taking advantage of this general trend to break through.

"Okay, Mr. Han is afraid that I will start killing people, but I don't have to. I came up and returned with enthusiasm, that's all."

An Qisheng caressed the red ying of the gun and said indifferently:

"I am here just to tell you that things in the world are not so arbitrary. He is also a human being, not a god!"

Han Changgong's heart was shocked, only to feel that the old Taoist was very familiar with him.

Every sentence is just right, strange and inexplicable.

"Han will tell the truth...but what Han said before is not a lie."

After a moment of silence, Han Changgong slowly raised his head and looked at An Qisheng lightly:

"Even if the Daoist changed his life against the sky and survived the death he should have experienced, it was only a delay of a mile. After the jiazi, it was the Taoist's longevity!"

"After a mile..."

An Qisheng muttered to himself slightly.

Heavenly longevity is different from death calamity. The number of calamities can be avoided, avoided, eliminated, and the limit of lifespan can be limited, but it is determined by heaven.

It's just that he is only in his nineties, and he is still very young in terms of three hundred life spans of his divine veins.

Unless he doesn't want to live anymore, it doesn't make sense to die at the age of one hundred and sixty, right?

"That's all I have to say, let me say goodbye!"

After Han Changgong surrendered, the Golden Eagle King has descended from the sky.

His body shape is vertical, and he has already carried Gui Xiaoer up to a height of 100 feet in the sky, and landed firmly on the back of the Golden Eagle King.

He was about to leave when he suddenly heard An Qisheng's flat voice in his ears:

"If you can heal yourself but don't heal yourself, it's hard for a doctor to look at yourself. Those who look at qi are hard to look at your own body... If you look for me, I will look for you once."

Beside the snow-covered road, An Qisheng sat cross-legged and looked peaceful:

"The building will collapse, and it will be difficult to hold the sky. Why don't you get out this morning and be a Taoist priest with me?"

His eyes were deep and his words were flat, but what he said made Han Changgong's heart tremble.

Does he know too?

Huang Fu even told him this?

Or......

Han Changgong's eyes narrowed, then he let out a long laugh and drove the eagle into the sky:

"so what?"

woohoo~~

Withered yellow land leaves hang down between the ground.

An Qisheng took the gun and walked away, a few flashes and disappeared.

The breeze blew through the woods, and the snow fell with a 'rustling', which also dispelled An Qisheng's sigh.

"I hope to see you next time, you won't regret it......"

While waiting for the Hantang Palace to land, he had already entered Mengji Chonghua, and saw more things than Cao Tiangang, Liu Yanchang, and even the Hantang Palace.

For example, even though Ji Chonghua didn't know which one of the gods and gods in the royal city was, he really saw the scene of the gods and gods showing their might.

And with An Qisheng's speculation.

That piece of divine weapon, 70% may be...

Dragon King Armor!

........

The bigger the event, the faster it spreads.

In a short period of time, the battle in front of Fengdu City has been spread to the seventy-three states in the world and known to countless people!

Dafeng Taishi Ji Chonghua, Dongchang Director Cao Tiangang, Jinyiwei Commander Yang Lin, these three are the most powerful gods in the entire Dafeng. Much bigger!

For a time, the entire river and lake was completely boiling.

Feng Qingxuan was killed in front of the chivalrous gate, Red Sun was killed in the mountains of Liangzhou, Yang Lin was killed on the snowfield, Ji Chonghua was killed in front of Fengdu City, and Cao Tiangang was killed on the top of the city!

Any of these things are enough to make people famous, let alone these things are done by one person?

What's more, this person is said to have not broken through the Divine Vein!

The name An Qisheng has shocked the world three times in a short period of time and has become the most talked about name by countless martial artists.

Under the exaggeration of many martial arts people who have seen this battle, some people even compiled his story into a storytelling and swept many major states, which even put a layer of mystery on him.

There are not many people in Jianghu who have seen An Qisheng, not to mention the thousands of martial arts practitioners in front of the chivalrous gate. He walked across Liangzhou all the way, and he attracted thousands of martial arts practitioners.

But even so, there are different opinions on how high his martial arts is.

I only know that he shot one shot per person. He was defeated by the Red Flood Dragon Army led by the three masters of the gods. He defeated the commander Yang Lin of Jinyiwei, and then chased and killed Ji Chonghua in front of Fengdu City. !

Some people speculate that he is gaining momentum, and is trying to break through the divine veins by taking advantage of the overwhelming momentum of one person to overwhelm a country!

Therefore, no one knew at all how terrifying his martial arts had become after the first battle in Fengdu City.

Even if the court no longer updates the weapon spectrum.

Many people in all corners of the world also think that he is an unparalleled master who can keep pace with the top five great masters in the weapon spectrum, Pang Wanyang, Mu Qingfeng, Yixiu, Wheel King, and Real Man Baiyue!

.........

Three big suns hang in the sky, but there is not much warmth between heaven and earth.

On the other hand, the uneven official roads in Nanliang County were smooth and thick by the thick snow.

Shashasha~

Amidst the sound of horses' hooves wading through the snow, three horses, one red, two black, appeared on the official road.

"Master, I'm so tired..."

The tightly wrapped Jiang Tingting tugged at the scarf~www.readwn.com~ There were beads of sweat all over her chubby face.

After more than a year, the poor little guy still failed to develop his inner strength.

Although Zhuang Gong has entered the doorway, and his fists and feet are somewhat warm, he can't stand the pain of long-distance rushing.

On the other hand, Zhang Haohao, who was obviously a lot more energetic, was a little tired, but his spirit was excellent. After practicing his inner strength for more than a year, although he still couldn't beat his junior sister, his stamina was much stronger.

On the red horse, An Qisheng pointed to the distance:

"Don't you recognize that mountain?"

The two little guys were dazed in their hurry. At this moment, they came back to their senses, and when they looked from a distance, they saw a familiar mountain:

"Black, Montenegro? Are we back?"

"wrong......"

An Qisheng chuckled and corrected the words of the two little guys:

"From today, call him Wang Quan Shan!"